This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

   Chapter 1666 Little bastard, something is wrong!

In the Eurocar, Ling Zihuan nestled on Qiao Mu’s shoulder. Her eyes were red and shiny. She was still holding the pack of tissues that the old Duan gave her in her arms. Qiao Mu took it out from time to time. Zhang wiped her face.

  Ling Zihuan half-dangled her eyelids, carefully feeling the meticulous care of her second uncle.

  And the more so, the more she wanted to cry.

  The little girl raised her eyes to look at Qiao Mu's chiseled side face, her mouth flattened, and there was a tendency for tears to collapse.

  Qiao Mu clasped her shoulders with one hand, and after the light caught her stunned eyes again, he immediately wrinkled his eyebrows, "Stop crying!"

  Hearing the sound, Ling Zihuan held his breath eagerly, and did not say a word.

Upon seeing this, Qiao Mu sighed heavily and put his arms around the little girl and stroked her back, "Nothing like this will happen again in the future, eh? Let's talk to your second uncle first, how did they bully you? "

Under the warm yellow light, Qiao Mu's eyes were gentle and focused.

  Knowing Ling Zihuan for so long, he has never seen her cry so sad.

  I am used to her laughing and playing, this face is more suitable for a bright smile.

  At this time, Ling Zihuan sniffed, glanced at Qiao Mu hurriedly, then quickly closed his eyes, shook his head and said angrily: "Grandpa Qiao did not bully me..."

  Grandpa Qiao Er? !

The name    caused Qiao Mu's facial muscles to twitch twice.

  The matter of generations is really daunting!

  Qiao Mu suppressed the melancholy in his heart, and held Ling Zihuan’s cheek with one hand, forcing her to look at herself, “If they didn’t bully you, why would you cry?”

  Ling Zihuan bit the corner of her mouth, her eyes flickering for a long time, and she said, "I just saw Grandpa Qiao Er was too pitiful, so I cried!"

  Qiao Mu: "..."

  Is this explanation reasonable? !

  He doesn’t want to be held accountable anymore!

  Qiao Mu looked helplessly at Ling Zihuan’s apparent guilty conscience, raised his hand and talked about her forehead, “Don’t pity him, he is not as miserable as you think.”

   "Oh..." Ling Zihuan replied in a jealous voice, then lowered his head and began to fiddle with the tissue bag in his arms.

  Second uncle is so handsome!

  Especially in such an atmosphere and lighting, the lines of the handsome face are very clear, as if it is plated with a layer of golden light, and the bridge of the nose is good.

  She remembered that Huo Yun had said that a man with a straight nose had certain abilities.

  As soon as he thought of this, Ling Zihuan raised his hand and slapped his forehead.

  What is she thinking! ! !

  At this time, Qiao Mu was about to let her go, and was startled by her behavior unpreparedly.

  He looked at Ling Zihuan weirdly, and rubbed her forehead with his palm, "What are you doing?"

   Ling Zihuan blushed, "There are mosquitoes...Second Uncle, I want to go home."

   "Well, sit in front and I will take you back."

Qiao Mujian put her on the seat with her arms around Ling Zihuan, and when she turned to pull the car door, the little girl sat on the back seat and shook her head and refused, "Second Uncle, can I sit in the back? I want to lie down for a while. ."

  She doesn't want to have close contact with her second uncle for the time being, otherwise she is afraid that she can't control her own mind.

  After that, the little girl shrank to the door pretentiously.

  At this time, Qiao Mu's action of opening the door stopped, and he squinted at Ling Zihuan's deliberate performance, and a trace of danger passed through his eyes.

  Little bastard, something is wrong!

  However, because she had just cried, Qiao Mu did not refuse, and nodded slightly and agreed to the little girl's request.

  On the way back, Ling Zihuan kept sitting by the door, his black and white eyes staring at the street scene without focus, filled with confusion and bewilderment.

  (End of this chapter)